Page one of the random poetry I so.
.:Shattered Glass:.
Like shattered glass, I pick up the pieces of my past.
Hoping to carry on with so many shards.
The lies and the blurred truth cut me like knives.
I write my sorrow in the tainted ink.
Silence and sound, both like broken lullabies.
Tears stain my cheeks, a forever reminder.
My life, my soul are a collection of pieces.
But no glue can pit it back together.
No balm to make it better.
Gather the pieces in a bottle, praying for things to be ok.
Like shattered glass, I pick up the pieces of my past.
Hoping to carry on with so many shards.
The lies and the blurred truth cut me like knives.
I write my sorrow in the tainted ink.
Silence and sound, both like broken lullabies.
Tears stain my cheeks, a forever reminder.
My life, my soul are a collection of pieces.
But no glue can pit it back together.
No balm to make it better.
Gather the pieces in a bottle, praying for things to be ok.
Like shattered glass, I pick up the pieces of my past.
.:Reach:.
I reach for you, but my hand slips.
You fade away, leaving only your light.
I'm left in the dark with a cold heart.
So I run away.
Away from the hurt.
From the pain.
But my solitude doesn't last.
The ghost of you haunts my life.
So I close my eyes and reach for you.
You take my hand and we run away.
Together forever or only a moment.
It only hurts when I open my eyes.
Because when I reach for you, My hand slips.
You fade away, leaving only your light.
I'm left in the dark with a cold heart.
So I run away.
Away from the hurt.
From the pain.
But my solitude doesn't last.
The ghost of you haunts my life.
So I close my eyes and reach for you.
You take my hand and we run away.
Together forever or only a moment.
It only hurts when I open my eyes.
Because when I reach for you, My hand slips.